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The Smile Page 2
by Leslie Schmidt
She looked down, I couldn’t see her face, then wrapped her hands around my cock. She stroked it twice, then bent down and took my dick head into her mouth…
I had trouble staying on my feet as she gently sucked. I ran my right hand through her hair and stroked the side of her face.
“Oh fuck honey, do you know what you’re doing?” I moaned.
She looked up while cradling my dick in her hands, then bent back down.
I let her suck my cock in and out a couple more times before I lifted her off.
“Not here, let’s go into my bedroom.” My voice was scratchy
I took her hand and led her to the door, opened it and stood aside with my cock sticking out at half mast, and let Olivia pass. She went in and climbed onto the bed, then lay back on her elbows with her knees and feet in the air as she looked at me from between her thighs.
“Would you lick me?” she asked.
I went to the bed, then dropped to my knees. I took her hips and pulled her to the edge, then bent down and started licking.
She smelled like Caress soap and had the sweet/sour taste of it too.
“Oh god I love this,” she whispered as she lay back.
Licking her hairless cunt was delightful—no scratchiness of hairs against my tongue, none getting in my mouth. She let her legs fall out to the side like a frog, opening her slit and giving me her pink clit ridge and tight inner lips. I ran the tip of my tongue in circles around her pea size clit, then pressed the tip into her vagina, then licked the length of her slit.
Olivia started to hump into my face and reached down and put her hands on my temples.
I licked her pussy for three or four minutes before she had her first orgasm. It wasn’t a screaming, rocking thing, she just shivered and pushed my face hard against her cunt while she caught her breath, then relaxed.
I looked up at her from between her legs. “Was that good?” I asked.
She smiled and nodded her head.
I straightened up, still kneeling on the floor, and looked over the naked eight-year-old in front of me.
Her pink skin was a bit flushed, especially on her chest and around her throat. Her nipples had contracted and risen a little. Her baby slash was wet with my saliva and what little juices her preteen cunt could make.
Her pussy lips were open, her clit was flushed a dark pink too.
“You are awesomely sexy,” I said.
Olivia giggled and lifted her legs up a little.
I took her knees and put them over my shoulders as I bent back down and dug in again.
This time she squeezed my head between her soft warm thighs and put her feet against my sides, just below my ribs. As she built she pulled me in with them, making me rock up and down as she humped into my face. It only took a minute or so before she came again. She pushed her heels so hard into my ribs I was afraid I’d be bruised.
Again she lay panting, relaxed with the weight of her legs across my shoulders and back. I moved my hands up between her legs, they fell off me, and used my thumbs to open her lips. There was no hymen. I stuck my finger in my mouth to wet it, then pushed it at the opening.
She looked at me with wide eyes as my index finger slid up into her vagina. Her eyes closed and she exhaled. My finger went in almost its whole length before I pushed against the top. I moved it back and forth a couple of times as she lay with her eyes closed and a relaxed expression on her face.
I pulled my finger out and licked it again, then slid it and my middle finger in.
She looked at me, her eyes big.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked.
She slowly moved her head from side to side.
I leaned down and licked her clit while I continued to finger fuck her.
She came almost instantly, again rocking her hips as she shivered and gasped.
I let her relax but kept my fingers in her.
After she caught her breath she started to push away from me, sliding my hand out of her crotch. I straightened up again.
She got to the middle of the bed, laying on her back, propped up on her elbows, her legs spread and flopped out like a frog.
“Would you fuck me?” she asked.
I climbed up onto the bed and over her—she seemed so tiny beneath me. She lifted her knees and hooked her heals over my lower legs then, with wide eyes, reached down and grasped my cock.
I let her guide my dick as she pulled it down and, after repositioning her hips, nestled it at the opening of her pussy. She moved it up and down a couple of times as I very gently pushed down.
It seemed like my cockhead just popped inside her.
She shook. “Ow,” she whispered, “you’re pretty big.”
She was still holding my shaft as I rocked my hips some.
“Be careful,” she said.
I could feel my cock pulling at her vagina—sort of stuck, not sliding. I pulled out of her and rolled onto my side next to her.
“Go into the bathroom, on the counter there’s some lotion,” I said.
She climbed off the bed and ran to the door, searched for the light switch for a moment, then went in.
“A white bottle?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
I moved up and turned on the bed so my head was on the pillows when she came out. I was gently stroking my eight inches. She giggled, then climbed onto the bed.
I took the bottle and pumped a squirt into a white crown around my cockhead—again she giggled.
“Spread it around some,” I said in a hoarse voice.
She rubbed the hand lotion on my dickhead while I continued to hold it out, pointing up. Then she looked at her hand and wiped it on her chest. She climbed across me, straddling my thighs and straightened up as she walked on her knees forward.
My lotion covered cock came up just above her pussy mound. She tried to lift up high enough but only got hand lotion on her vulva and lower belly.
“You’re too big,” she said in an accusatory tone, then worked one foot under her, then the other so she was squatting. She kept ahold of my cock as she made two duck walk steps forward.
Her pussy was pulled wide open, her vagina a darker passage in the middle of her pink preteen flower. Still holding my cock with both hands she lowered herself down onto my rod. I watched in amazement as my cock slid into her pussy, first the head, then the collar and then about an inch of the shaft.
Olivia closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side while biting her lower lip.
“Haa—ohhh,” was all she said as she slid down on me. Then she lifted up a little, then lowered herself again.
“Oh Jesus honey,” I groaned as I watched my tool slide in and out of the child’s vagina.
I lifted my knees up, pressing my thighs against her butt and back. She let go of my dick and put her hands behind her, grabbing my thighs and helping lift then lower herself on my cock.
We fucked like this for about a minute and I watched as the little girl got more and more excited, moving faster. A couple of times she came down too fast and hurt herself as she pushed my rod too far up into her preteen cunt.
I began to slide my feet down, leaning her back, and at the same time I sat up. This didn’t work too well as it bent my cock down too far and I had to lift her off. It was amazing how easy it was to move her around. She couldn’t have weighed much more than 60 or 65 pounds.
I got on my knees, sitting back on my heels, and pulled her up my thighs. She looked up at me with big eyes as I pushed back into her slit.
Rocking my hips, I started fucking her properly. She had her arms over her head and soon closed her eyes as I slid my cock in and out of her clean third grade pussy. After a few minutes I could see she was getting ready to cum again, her mouth was open and she was breathing with my strokes. As she started to push her head back into the mattress, arching her back and making a high moaning noise, her hips shivered and she wiggled her legs, pressing the insides of her thighs against my hips.
I leaned forward, putting my hands on the bed, humped up inside her as her feet flailed around in the air above my ass. Watching the eight-year-old in full sexual ecstasy brought me off. I could feel every wad of sperm as I shot it up my dick to fill the little girl’s womb with seed. We both grunted as a huge load of semen pumped past the top of her tight vagina into her inner part—my swimmers struggling in vain inside the prepubescent girl.
After catching my breath, I sat back, pulling out of the child. Her pussy was stretched open, a dark pink and red shaft filled with my white goo. Some of my cum ran out and down into her ass crack only to pool on the sheets below.
“Damn your awesome dear,” I rasped as her pussy slowly closed over my load.
She smiled up at me, then closed her eyes. “I love having you inside me,” she said in a low voice.
I lay down next to her and drew her against me. We kissed, a wet sloppy kiss, and I ran my finger along her gooey slit.
“Don’t push it inside now,” she whispered as she looked at me with big eyes. “I don’t want any of you to come out.”
I kissed her forehead. “Awesome,” I said as I reached across her and turned off the light.
As usual for an old fart like me, I woke up at 2AM to piss. As I looked at the sleeping child, ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ was all that went through my head. What sort of old geezer, closer to 60 than 50 with grey hair on his chest and more sprouting in his back every day and an oversize prostrate would be fucking an eight-year-old? Geez…she’s only two years older than my grandson.
The crazy thing is, I didn’t feel guilty, just ridiculous. I didn’t feel guilty because I really didn’t feel I’d taken ‘advantage’ of her. I was a lonely old guy and she was a lonely kid in need of love and reassurance. If the only love she’d ever felt came from sex then wasn’t I showing her the love she wanted? Maybe later I could teach her about the love she’d missed.
As I looked at her I simply shook my head at how totally fucked up the situation was—and then I realized how much I wanted to make it right.
She rolled over and opened her eyes. A flash of fear crossed her face—she was startled to be in a strange place—then she focused on me and I could see relief pass through her. She smiled.
I leaned down and kissed her.
“Do I need to go back to my place?” she asked.
I thought for a moment. “I’m not going to make you do that,” I responded. “Unless you want to.”
She stretched, the covers pulled down off her chest. “What about Aunt Danni?”
“I’ll text her saying you fell asleep on my couch.”
She pulled the covers off and sat up on the edge of the bed. “I need to go potty,” she said and jumped up and went to the bathroom. She closed the door.
I went into the living room and found my phone. I heard the water in the pipes from the toilet flushing. She came out into the dark room.
“Do you want me to send her a text?”
“Can I stay here?”
“I’d love it.”
“Stayed up late watching a movie. Olivia asleep on the couch. Not going to wake her.” I typed.
After we got back into bed she cuddled up to my side and used my shoulder as a pillow.
“Scott?”
“Yes,” I answered in the dark.
“I want to stay here every night.”
I stared at the patterns from the streetlights on the ceiling for a few moments. “I wish you could honey,” I responded. I think she was asleep.
At 6AM I started awake. Olivia was curled up around my arm, her back against my side.
‘Shit,’ I thought, ‘she hasn’t got any clothes here.’
“Honey,” I said.
She stirred and turned over, looking at me.
“You need to run to your apartment and get dressed.”
She sat up and stretched, the covers fell down around her knees. “Why?”
“I told your aunt you fell asleep on the couch, not in my room.”
“Huh?”
“Just pull on your shirt and run down to your place and put your school clothes back on, then come back and I’ll make us breakfast.”
“But, it’s Saturday.”
“Yeah, but if you stayed here last night you would have been wearing your school uniform.”
“Ah,” she still looked confused, “OK.”
I checked that the hallway was empty before letting the almost naked eight-year-old run down to her door. I left mine open and the coffee was brewing when she came back in.
At 10 Danielle knocked on the door. Olivia looked really bummed as they left.
I didn’t see them for the rest of the weekend.
On Monday afternoon and 3:35, Olivia came through my door.
“How was school honey?”
“Goood..”
“Excellent. Do you want something to eat?”
She went to the door and turned the bolt lock, then walked up to me with a grin.
“Yess….”
I startled when she put her hand over my cock.
“Honey!” I said, stepping away.
She stepped forward, then put her hand against my pants again.
She looked up with a smile, then started to unbuckle my belt.
“Olivia…?”
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she said as she worked at the button of my slacks.
It came loose, then she pulled down my zipper.
“Honey.” I put my hand on the side of her cheek.
She pushed her hand under the elastic of my briefs.
After she’d pulled my cock out of my pants she gently pushed me backwards until my legs hit the sofa. I sat down and she knelt between my knees. She pulled on the waist band of my pants—I lifted up and help her get my pants down around my hips. Then she took my cock in both hands and leaned forward.
“Oh Jesus dear,” I moaned as I felt her mouth close around my dickhead.
I brushed her hair back and petted her head as she moved up and down, sucking my cock, pushing it in to the back of her throat, then pulling back, then pushing down again. A couple of times she licked the length, then the head, but she always took me back and pressed my cockhead into the softness of her throat.
As I built I started the hump up into the eight-year-old’s face. She sensed that I was building and quickened her pace.
“Honey, I’m going to cum,” I warned her as the pressure behind my balls went critical.
She closed her eyes and clamped down on my dick, sucking hard. She shook slightly as the first wad of cum shot into her mouth, then she bobbed faster, sucking more as I kept firing into her face. She smiled around my shaft and there was a little white goo in the corner of her mouth.
“Jesus child…oh FUCK!” I lifted my butt off the sofa as I finished emptying my prostrate into her mouth. She followed me as I lowered down, sinking back onto the couch. My heart was making huge ‘thumps’ in my chest, I was afraid it would explode.
Olivia held still except for her tongue that she kept moving from side to side across the bottom of my cockhead as the last drizzles of sperm ran into her mouth. I sat panting. I caressed her cheek, then lifted her off.
She smiled up at me. There was white goo all through her mouth, a bubbley sheet stretched from her upper lip to her lower teeth, covering a third of her open mouth. There was more sperm in a line from the other corner of her mouth running down to a drop stretching off her chin.
She closed her mouth, then swallowed, pursing her lips and putting her hand on her chest. She swallowed again, then smiled up and wiped the sperm off her lips and chin with the back of her hand.
She looked around, then down at the sperm wetted blue polo, then back up at me.
“Can I have a drink?” she asked.
“Ahhh…sure…”
She stood up and walked toward the kitchen. At the same time I stood and pulled my pants up. I was finishing buckling my belt as I followed her.
“What do you want?” I asked, feeling dizzy—my heart was still thumping loudly.
“Mommy always said scotch gets the taste out of your mouth,” she said as she opened a cabinet and stood on her tip-toes to reach a glass.
I reached over her and pulled one down. “Are you serious?”
She looked up at me (her chin was still wet with my sperm). “Straight up.”
I turned and opened the cabinet where I keep the bottles. “I don’t have any scotch,” I said as I pushed the vodka to the side, “how ‘bout bourbon?”
I poured her one finger and handed the eight-year-old the glass. She swallowed it in one gulp, then put the glass down and shuddered.
“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..” She put her hand on her chest and shook her head, eyes watering. Next she rolled her hand into a fist and bent forward and heaved.
“Honey!” I said as I put my hand on her back.
She stood, bent over and shivered a couple more times, then stood up. Again she wiped her face with the back of her hand.
“I almost puked,” she said in a strained voice.
“I shouldn’t have given you that.”
She coughed, then looked up…her eyes were still watering.
“OK.”
“You’ve never done that, have you?” I asked.
“You mean a blow job?”
“Shot whiskey,” I said.
She laughed. “No.”
She wiped her eyes with her shirt tail. “But I’ve done blow jobs before.”
I took her chin and lifted it, looking down at her. “Honey, you don’t have to do this.”
Her expression went from saucy to sad, then she pulled away and went into the living room. I put the bourbon away, then rinsed her glass. When I went back into the living room she was sitting on the sofa and had just opened a book.
I didn’t say anything, just went through into the bedroom and sat on the bed and turned on the TV. Ten minutes later I heard the front door open, then close.
I gave her until 5, then went down to her door. I knocked.
“Olivia?”
I heard the lock and she opened the door. She still had her school clothes on. She looked up at me with a pouty expression.
“Come on down to my place, I’ll make us some hamburgers.”
“Aunt Danni left me a Hungry Jack.”
“I’m sure she won’t mind,” I responded. “Is it still in the freezer?”
“Yeah.”
I stood aside and she came out.
“Keys?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” she responded and ran back in. Ten seconds later she was back and we locked the door.
“If you’re willing to wait a few minutes, I’ll set up the barbeque on the fire escape and grill them.”
“Great!” she responded.
It took fifteen minutes for the coals to calm down and another ten to grill the burgers and brown the buns. This was enough time for me to oven fry some potatoes. We both had cheese on our burgers.
After we’d eaten Olivia went into the bathroom while I made sure the grill was out. I’d leave it on the fire escape overnight anyway. Then we worked together on the dishes. She washed and I dried. I was just finishing up putting some plates in a cabinet that’s out of the third grader’s reach when I heard the table creak under a load. I turned around to find Olivia sitting on it, leaning back on her hands with her knees pulled up and spread. She’d taken off her panties…
“Do you want me for desert?”
“Oh Jesus fuck child,” I said in shock and surprise.
As I looked at her with my mind racing she sat back up, then pulled her arms into her polo shirt, then pushed it up over her head. Now she was wearing only the khaki skirt of her school uniform. She pulled it up over her stomach and leaned back again.
Any girl who swallows fully deserves a good pussy eating—regardless of age. With a grin I walked to the table and then pulled a chair around. I deliberately sat down between her knees and leaned down.
Her pussy wasn’t very clean—I’m sure she hadn’t had a bath since the evening before. It was sweaty and smelled some of piss (with an occasional whiff of shit thrown in). There where white lines of smigma down each side of her clit ridge that felt warm as they spread on my tongue. On the other hand, having been covered up in a sweaty little girl’s panties all day made it slick and the tongue thrashing it was taking, in addition to my spit, only helped.
Olivia was in her favorite position, on her back, propped up on her elbows, knees and feet in the air and getting head. She was rocking her hips into my face, pushing my nose into the soft rise of her pussy. My nostrils were even with her crack-dimple, my tongue working at her clit and vaginal opening, my eyes gazing up across her flat chest to the veins pulsing in her blushing-pink throat. Meanwhile I was stroking my cock, getting good and hard for the next.
She grunted and her legs swayed above me as she came—her stomach and chest broke out with a sheen of sweat while the insides of her thighs became damp against my cheeks and her slit became noticeably slicker for my tongue.
Her elbows slid out as she lay back on the table. I watched her chest heaving and falling with her breath and relaxed my torment of her clit with my tongue. Lifting up I could see milky white mucus in her little girl vagina.
Olivia opened her eyes and looked up at me when I stood. She still had her knees in the air, she worked her way back up onto her elbows and looked at me with her mouth open, her eyes wide, as I stroked my incredibly erect dick (I don’t think I’d had a hard-on like that since I was 25!) and placed my cockhead against the butter-cup size flower of her eight-year-old cunt.
I pressed in and her hairless preteen pussy stretched and opened, letting my mushroom head push inside her. She took my cockhead, then the lighter skin behind the hood, and then maybe an inch of the darker shaft, letting it slowly slide inside her, before I reached her full depth. I started rocking.
She stared up at me, breathing deeply, as I fucked her. Her eyes were wide and dark, she was still wearing the pleated khaki skirt which was pushed up and gathered around her waist. Her nipples seemed a little darker and had contracted and raised into little cones. I could see dim veins forming a web under the skin of her chest and stomach. She lifted her knees even higher and spread her legs further to accommodate my cock inside her. As her feelings developed she bit her lower lip and smiled, then held my elbows and worked her arms to rock with me.
I was definitely building, the air was whistling in my nose and the table started to creak with us. The sight of my tool sliding in and out of her hairless little preteen pussy was intoxicating.
“Jesus you’re an awesome fuck,” she whispered.
All I could do was chuckle—then I was overtaken as my cock swelled and pulsed.
White nasty oozed out between my dick and the sides of her cunt, another pool developed at the top, in the dimple of her crack, as I pumped sperm inside the third grader.
Olivia moaned and I grunted and the table made a cracking protest as I shoved inside her, emptying the last of my load inside her—injecting my sperm beyond her vagina into her baby-womb.
Sweat trickled down my back as I held out, my hips thrust forward, my head back, and I shivered with my last cum. I gasped for breath, then let off and bent forward over her, my chest heaving and my head down between my shoulders.
Olivia started to laugh. “I guess you liked that…” she giggled as she reached up and put her hand on my cheek. I allowed her to lead my face down as she reached up and we kissed.
“Fuck child but you are awesome,” I growled.
“You’re pretty nice too,” she responded.
I straightened up, and looked down—my cock was still inside her. She lifted up and bent to look at herself.
“Oooooo…” she whined as my dick slipped out of her. It was followed by a flow of sperm that made a small pool on the table.
I stepped back and admired the sight of the thoroughly spermed grade school pussy. Then she pushed up and slid off the table, smearing sperm up her ass in the process. Her skirt fell down, covering her from waist to mid thigh but she was still topless.
All I could do was shake my head at the sexy sight of a third grader—bare chested, rumpled skirt, with cum running down between her thighs to her knees.
I made sure Olivia was bathed and ready for bed by the time Danni got home. I was down at her place when she was in the tub and it took a lot of will power not to climb in with her. I had left her sitting on the sofa with a book and twenty minutes later Danni knocked on my door.
“I’m home,” she called through it.
I opened the door. “I grilled Olivia a hamburger for dinner, hope you don’t mind. She was down here doing homework and…”
“No, no,…that was nice of you.”
“Well, I sent her off an hour ago to take a bath and get ready for bed.”
“Thank you Scott,” she responded. “It’s so nice for you to watch after her…I just don’t have the time.”
I let the comment drop. “Well, good night,” I said.
The next two days Olivia knocked when she got home but didn’t come immediately in. On Tuesday she made her own dinner and on Wednesday we ordered out for pizza. Neither evening did we do anything more than hug hello-goodbye, and I wasn’t going to push myself on her.
On Thursday she checked in as normal, then headed down the hall. At 4:45 I got a text:
"There’s someone at the door."
I went into the hall. There was a woman knocking at Olivia’s apartment.
“Olivia, this is Phebe Carter. Is your aunt there?” she called through the door.
I could hear Olivia saying something from inside.
“May I help you?” I asked.
She was startled and looked up—her face was familiar.
“I’m here to…Oh! Hi…aaaa….Do you know Olivia?” she pointed at the door.
That’s when I placed the face; she’s a caseworker at Family Support, works on the Youth Resources side.
“Hi!” I said. “Ahh, I’m sorry but I don’t remember your name.”
“Phebe Carter….you’re Scott, with Adult Services.”
“Yeah.” I held out my hand.
“Ahhh, do you know Olivia Yates?” She pointed at the door.
“Yeah.” Then, “Olivia, it’s OK, open the door.”
The lock snapped and she pulled the door open. She didn’t look at all pleased.
“What do you want?” she said to Phebe.
“I’m just here to check up on you. How are things going?”
“OK.”
“Olivia’s aunt is at work,” I said. “I’ve been looking after her in the evenings. She had just come down here to do her homework because I’m watching a game.”
I left them with, “As soon as you’re done dear, come down and I’ll make us dinner.”
Ten minutes later there was a knock on my door—it was Phebe.
We talked for a good twenty minutes. She didn’t like Olivia’s placement—apparently Danni wasn’t seen as a good parent for the girl but, at the same time, since Olivia had been forced on this state by another state, Phebe was kind of under instruction not to spend too many resources. If Danni didn’t work out, they could send Olivia back to Ohio and save a lot of money.
At one point I mused: “Kind of wish I could take the child. I’m pretty fond of her and god knows I have the time.”
Phebe paused, then looked at me. “Just fill out the application.”
That Friday I was both disappointed and relieved when Danni texted me at 3 PM that she’d be home at the normal time. Olivia appeared as expected at 3:45 and, it being Friday, I took her out for pizza and games at a Ghatti’s. We both had a great time. I’d mentioned that her aunt was not going out that night and we got back to the apartment about eight. Oliva and I settled down on the sofa watching a movie, I texted Danni were we were.
As expected, Danni knocked at quarter of 10.
“Come on in,” I said after opening the door. “Olivia, your aunt’s here.”
“Hi,” Olivia said, not looking up from the TV.
Danni looked annoyed. “Olivia, DEAR, I need you to run home. I need to talk to Scott for a few minutes.”
The girl stood up and stormed out the door, then turned around and came back, picked up her backpack, and left again.
“Eight years old and she already behaves like a teenager,” Danni said anger. “Honestly, I don’t know how you put up with that moody little bitch.”
I wasn’t surprised to hear Danni say that about Olivia—it was obvious that they didn’t like each other. Olivia certainly knew she wasn’t welcome in her aunt’s house, she had told me as much.
“Can I get you a beer?” I asked, letting the conversation drop.
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
I turned off the TV on my way into the kitchen, Danni accepted the bottle from the couch.
“So, what’s up?”
An annoyed expression went across her face but she replaced it with a bit of nervousness.
“You know my work runs 24/7.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, when Olivia came to stay I was able to get onto swings and only work during the week but that’s not the way they do things. My boss has been giving me a hard time and today he told me that I’m going to mids. I told him I can’t and he said that if I don’t show up at 9 tomorrow night I might as well not come to work anymore. He’s putting me on Mids, Saturday to Thursday, the fucking asshole.”
“OK,” I responded.
“I just can’t do this,” she muttered to herself. Then she looked up. “Can you watch her until I can find another job?”
I had been wondering whether I should even explore the idea of taking Olivia—now things came into focus.
“Actually…I have another suggestion…”
At noon the next day I knocked on their door. Olivia opened it—she was already in her bathing suit and ready for a trip to the beach.
“Pull on some pants too dear,” I said. “You can’t be in a bathing suit when we stop for lunch.”
It’s a two-hour drive to the coast. When we went into a McDonald’s for lunch she was in her bikini top and blue jeans—incredibly sexy. I was surprisingly nervous as we ate.
“Honey,” I started once we were back in the car. “You know your aunt has to start working nights now, that’s part of why we’re going out today, so she can get some sleep.”
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Well, there’s more to it.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You know, your aunt’s job makes it really hard for her to watch after you…”
“Yeah, she says that all the time,” Olivia responded with a resentful tone.
“Well, what would you think if I became your foster father?”
She looked over with astonishment.
I looked down at her while also trying to keep my eyes on the road. “You’d come live with me, instead of your aunt.”
As I watched, tears started running down her cheeks. I’d just turned back to the road when she lifted up against the belts in her booster seat and wrapped her arms around mine and pressed her face into my shoulder. “It’s a dream come true,” she whispered.
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